Chapter 1

How it all began… To Summon a Soul

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was late November, the weather is getting colder. Howling wind sweep against the ground, leaving fallen leaves and dust swirling in the air, even the few leaves that stubbornly cling to the trees are ruthlessly torn away, carried by the wind and landed far from their birth place.

The horrible wind bring with them huge clouds that blocked the sun's warmth. People are rushing in the streets below. Maybes it was because they were trying to escape the blowing wind that felt like icy knives against their exposed skin, or just wanted to get inside before the huge, thick, ominous storm cloud give away and decided to give them a downpour.Hurrying into their warm and comfortable homes, perhaps sitting by their roaring fireplace in a comfy chair, sipping a warm cup of tea.

It was the same in a small village just outside of London. The village was old and practically deserted, only a handful of families still live there. Most houses had windows that are broken or boarded up with wood, doors hanging by its hinges, and walls that have cracks running all over as if it has been through a 6.0 degree earthquake. At the south edge of the village stood a house that's not so big, but still when compared to the othersthis house looks like a mansion. Like others it was old, weathered and abandoned, long weeds grow in the yard and over the fence, it's yellow, dead leaves swaying with the wind or plastered on the muddy ground. It has rained just the day before yesterday, the sun hasn't come out since, and it looks like the storm has yet to begin…

It was night, the wind had ceased to a whisper, on the little hill behind the house there is a cloaked figure standing with heads bowed down, and a hug leather bind book in his hands. The cloak around his feet swayed slightly in the light breeze like a thin black fog floating just above ground, he seems to be reading the book. The book itself looked positively ancient and it must have been through a lot. The golden letters on the cover has faded, even those that had not are written in a strange language that can not be understood. There is a deep gash running vertically down the cover of the book, penetration hundreds of pages, yet still not long enough to cut the book in half. Pages upon pages was missing from the book, some torn away, some fallen off. The whole book had an irregular burned edge, as if someone thrown it into the fire but decided a second later that he still needed it.

Lord Voldemort slowly turned the pages until already half way through the book, one of his chalky white skeletal hand were skimming over the page when it stopped under a few lines that were translated in the side of the book as a kind of spell, one that was quite long. The translation was smeared with ink and what look like blood and tear drops making it unreadable, except the spells there are only two words that can be identified, soul…summon… Voldemort sigh in frustration he had tried every magical spells know to men to decipher the meaning of the text, and to clear up the stain o the translation, but the book seems to be magic repellent or protected by very strong dark magic (the book radiances evil) that even he cannot comprehend. This anger him greatly, who had dared delve deeper into the dark art than him! But no matter, that person is probable dead by now, or there wouldn't have been one but two dark lords. This book is his now! Even if he can not have full understanding of the text, he understands enough to know this is a soul summoning spell that will bring his greatest enemy to him, and he will destroy that person before he/she have a chance to grow powerful enough to stand up to him. Yes, he knows all that was needed to proceed, and that is enough, for now. After all he has all eternity to figure the book out.

The spell needed four people to utter it at the same time, he had chosen three of his most loyal servants to do the job, but the there are still chances that someone may find out, there can be no unconditional trust on his part, Voldemort grimaced.W'll just have to do something about that.

The night is getting darker, at the foot of the hill there was a flash and three men drop out of the sky, two of them stumbled, one fell on his back, a rusty metal can just beside his head. They dressed alike with cloaks and hoods covering their identity. The three of them got up and they were quiet on their way to the top of the hill. Perhaps they don't even know each others identities. Voldemort waited as the three figures move before him and bowed low.

"Master" they said in union. Voldemort smiled, that is if you can call the upward twitch of a corner of his mouth a smile, it only made him look more sinister. The three Death Eaters shivered under Voldemort's intense gaze.

"Good, now since you're all here let us get this over with."

"Ma-Master," One of the thin of the three figures asked.

"Yes?"

"Do you think this is wise, Master?" The voice had a distinguished feminine sound to it; this must have been a women! The figure nervously shift her feet, her voice was so small at the end almost none could hear her.

"Are you questioning my judgment, Bellatrix?" His voice quiet and dangerous. The other two figure shifted on their feet, so this is Bellatrix, they are searching their mind for the other that Voldemort "trusted" to do this.

Bellatrix flinched, bowing even lower to the ground, as if trying to shrink into herself.

"No Master, I…I did not mean that." Her voice trembled and small. What in the world possessed her to ask that? She questioned herself, looking terrified, still shivering from Voldemort's gaze or is it the intense cold of the starless night.

Now, it was near midnight, Voldemort looked down into the book he is still holding in his hand, the other grasping his wand.

"Do you remember the spell you are to perform?" The three Death Eaters nodded.

"It is time."

They stand in a circle, facing each other; in the center was about two square meters of empty space. Wands raised they started to utter the spell. The wind pick up, it whirl around them, making their black robes flattering around, like tentacles that try to grab on to something. Just as the last syllable ends, a cord of green with strands of silver and gold swirling around it appeared. The green was the color of new leaves, with bluish sparks buried inside. So this is what a soul look like, Voldemort wondered, he had just made his 6th Horcrux. Now he had a seven part soul, but he never really get to see what his soul look like. The soul was starting to take form, its body is slowly taking shape. Voldemort would not wait for the person to take form, then it'll have a chance to fight him, he shout, "Acada Kedacra!" A jet of green light shot from the end of the Voldemort's wand and rushed toward the soul. Just at this moment a blinding flash of lightning stroke with a deafening crack of thunder (they're at the center of the storm) and the first drop of rain hit their hoods. It's as if the gods was angry about what they had done, and the sky shaded its tears. Afterward everything went dark, you can't even see your fingers even if it's right in front of you, all they can hear are the bucket loads of pouring rain around them.

The light from the soul was gone.

One of the Death Eaters muttered, "Lumos", a beam of light fell upon where they are standing, there is nothing there except the four of them now.

"It is done." Voldemort spoken. His eyes flashing to the other three figures. "Why don't we all come inside?"gesturing to the small mansion. Just as they reach the safety of the houses, as the others turn to close the door, one of them turn around, and his eyes went big, his mouth agape.Voldemort raised his wand…

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

What happens to the soul? who are the other two death eaters? what did Voldemort do to them?

If you want to know you'll just have to keep reading :P How do you like it so far? Let me know...

Next update around 8/17/05

Any mistakes in punctuation, grammar and spelling please let me know. Thanks!